Ahh, for a life on the rolling sea

Ahh, for a life on the rolling sea!
Where a spill-less travel coffee mug leapt down from its secure place and assaulted the unsuspecting navigator with scalding hot coffee;
Where the cook flew across the galley, bound for the main salon, nearly slashing off his finger with a tiny tea spoon, then bled profusely on the carpet;
Where the stew pot tumbled happily from stove top pot holder into the tool bin, and ground stew into the tools.
And up on deck, where the mainsheet happily sawed through the refurbished mainsail;
Where the spinnaker pole ate a genoa sheet and threatened to be-head foredeck crew before it could be lowered safely to deck;
Where non skid decks threatened to shed precious crew overboard and even the helmsman lost his grip on the ship's wheel and bounced his buttocks on the cup-holder corner. Ouch!
Ahh, yes, for a life on the rolling sea!
C Cresswell